You know. I need to stop worrying about you… I do miss talking to you but in my opinion, you’re being a complete dick right now. I don’t like that you’re hurting because of me, I don’t like that you’re drinking, I don’t like that you want me to hurt to just because I didn’t fucking return your feelings.
Well look. I’ve been in your shoes more than once. Finding someone I really like, thinking they return my feelings, and getting shot down to find out they like someone else. Yeah it hurts but it’s not worth wishing them pain because yeah they’re going to get hurt again some other time, but just be happy they’re happy.
I know you aren’t happy that I found someone else. Please, just get over me. I’m not worth it.
I’m happy right now. And I really need to just get you out of my mind, but I miss you. The old you. The Bobby who was my best friend. Come back to me, will you?
